Under the deep seas of amnesia, silence always wears white

Mystery in a state of continuous recycling

Even the hope is present

Existential information was suppressed

The perception of just being with eyes wide open turns us into cattle

I do not remember the departure, now we flee from the future without knowledge, programming prevents us from being autonomous

They come to dissent

We are poisoned with lies

Happiness is bought by material state

Deposited in weak bodies

We are so easy to manipulate

Deposited in weak bodies

We are so easy to manipulate

The sense of the days is cold

One star dies to give me life

When the deceit is behind the innocence

What is the unknown origin and how much time we have here, I still wonder if we could ever choose to live and break the cycle

What is the unknown origin and how much time we have here I wanna break the cycle

Thousand fictions exists to entertain the mind and not find the exit

Prisoners in meat bodies and acting as machines in production